Category: The Supreme of an Era

As far as the eye could see, the land was black, smeared with dark red blood that gave off a strange hue.
There were no mountains, no rivers, no sun o

It is said that one should judge by actions rather than intentions, for if judged by intentions, there would be no perfect person in the world. Although this

The white mist spread thickly, limiting visibility to only a short distance. Faintly, figures could be seen moving back and forth.
Suddenly, Duan Rui

A middle-aged man, dressed in a wide-sleeved robe, exuding scholarly elegance and grace, stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed to be gazing

Dim and shadowy, starlines shimmered with profound depth and mystery, deterring anyone from approaching or stepping forward.
Since he had already come

The color was crimson red, resembling fire, clearly different from other threads of causality… Meng Qi frowned slightly, pondering inwardly. As someone who

“This…” The man shrouded in bloody yellow mist lost his voice, staring in horror at the extinguished soul lamp.
Could it be that the three Grand Eld

This place was the Shaolin of a certain samsara world. If Han Guang were the “Celestial Emperor,” it wouldn’t be strange for him to pull people in using spec

On the Gobi, dark stones stretched endlessly, occasionally sprinkled with patches of yellow sand. Yet today, the landscape for miles around had turned a bloo

“The Scar of Heaven” returned to its sheath. Meng Qi closed his eyes, feeling the threads of karmic connection attached to him breaking away, returning to th